Chapter 233: Who Loves Whom And Hurts Whom

Outside the square.

After the two hundred orcs dissolved the degraded fruit toxins, they couldn't wait to turn into human form.

More than 200 males are standing together neatly, and the picture is really good... It's scary.

Xiao had prepared his clothes early, and he sent them out separately after everyone transformed.

When the clan was getting dressed, she ran over in a hurry, she ran straight to Xiao, and as soon as she stood still, she opened her mouth and shouted: "Xiao, I like you." ”

Her confession was loud, as if she had shouted with all her strength.

The two hundred orcs who were changing clothes in front of them were collectively stunned under her confession.

Hasn't Xiao become Han Shuang's male, why is there still a female running to show love, this female is not a bad brain.

After a moment of stunned thought, they collectively put on their clothes again, and at this time they were only wearing boxer briefs, and nothing else was ready.

This kind of clothes that they have never seen before will teach everyone how to wear them after explaining to them.

The two hundred males continued to put on their clothes, and Fluffy looked at Xiao with his head tilted back and looked nervously, waiting for Xiao's reply.

On the other hand, Xiao's handsome face is blackened to the bottom of the pot.

His opal-like eyes were untouched, and the pale green in the center of his black pupils was even more gloomy.

He didn't speak, but the murderous aura emanating from his body was very strong.

The piercing killing intent swept out, and the first to be attacked by the murderous aura was Furry.

Her stiff back instantly became fragile under the cold killing intent emanating from Xiao, she struggled to maintain her figure to make herself look brave and strong, staring at Xiao and her slightly gray lips and saying her mind again: "Xiao, I like you." ”

Which male is not ecstatic to be favored by a beautiful female, but Xiao only has a strong killing intent.

His angular red lips opened lightly, and the words of the heart also floated out: "Put out your dirty thoughts, and you will definitely die next time." ”

After speaking, he smiled at the fluffy lips, this smile was bloodthirsty and brutal, and his handsome face instantly became cold and vicious.

Sen Han's smile and blood-red oath are set against each other, and they are as charming as demons.

The fluffy cicada was as frightened as a cicada, but in her heart, she preferred the evil spirit she was now.

Xiao warned and left indifferently, he didn't want to stay with a female who coveted him for even a moment.

After he left, the other two hundred males got dressed and left one after another, the square was not empty, and there was a group of clansmen cultivating cross-kneeled not far away.

Among the cultivators, a goshawk boy secretly looked at Furry for a long time, and he peeked secretly when Furry showed his love to Xiao.

At this time, he finally withdrew his eyes, but there was loss and sadness in his eyes that could not be hidden.

Who loved and hurt whom, who can say clearly.

Stone House.

A square table, four chairs, a table of hot dishes, and a pot of flower tea.

In the center of the square table is a glass teacup, and in the cup a blazing white iron bone heart orchid blooms brightly.

The iron bone heart is as bright as the sun, and the dark stone house is as bright as day.

Alternative candlelit dinner.

Originally, the cup was burning with flame roses, but after Xiao came back, it was replaced by an iron bone heart orchid.

The halo of the fire aura is less clear and more red, and it is not as pure and translucent as the light aura.

Both of them could have night vision, but light is a habit for the eyes, and it is naturally better to have light.

Sitting oppositely, Han Shuang took a piece of fried fish fillet with chopsticks and put it on the plate in front of Xiao.

Xiao's eyes remained motionless on her body the whole time, she washed up a little after cooking, and the broken hair on her forehead was still a little wet.

When we meet again after a long absence, she is more fresh and refined than before, like an orchid in a cup, simple and light but proud.